I grew up in a tiny town in Michigan with a younger sister and two great parents. My sister and I didn’t always get along but now she is my best friend. And somehow, we ended up moving across the country and living a couple blocks from each other. My best days are those in which my sister and I meet up half way and walk around the neighborhood and just talk talk talk.
She doesn’t love to be in pictures and this is literally the only digital photo I have of her. She is so beautiful–I must take more pictures of her.
I’ve always been close to my parents. And they are totally cute: still in love after almost 40 years of marriage. They’ve taught me the importance of laughter in my life.
I’m hard pressed to find a picture of my mom where she is not smiling.
I get my love of running from my dad. He has gone for a run almost every single day of my life. With a broken nose, broken ribs, sub-zero conditions…you get the idea.
Here we are slogging our way through one of my least favorite marathons: Mt. Rushmore. It was cold, sort of rainy and just went on and on and on. But we made it–thanks dad!
Then there is his family. They are really our family now.
My second mom is amazing. She is running a marathon in every state and is over the halfway mark. We’ve done several races together, including my first.
Rock ‘n Roll marathon in Phoenix, Arizona. Strangely they gave out beer tickets after the race. Like I wasn’t already totally out of it!
That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.